We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Tailgate didn't appreciate the tone Buffalo Dump used to explain the situation to the human, but he wasn't exactly in a position to argue. The bot nudged him towards the human. The sudden motion made Tailgate's feet dig a little into the sand. Well, at least now he was somewhat anchored should something go....awry.
"Yes, well, hello there Cat. So sorry to bother, but....hey my face is not a bad holo-vid, I'm just in a bit of a jam 's all!"
Buffalo Dump's jumpy field gave away his concern. Honestly, the big guy was too worried. A simple software cleanse was needed, that's all. Tailgate didn't see the real danger behind some wimpy human viruses. Even if there ended up being some damage, surely Ratchet or someone could fix it very simply.
"Just some stubborn viruses causing a bit of a backlog. Nothing scary. I'm a bit new to this whole interwebs thing, so I just need some human input. If that's okay."
The blue error screen dominating the Minibot's face suddenly glitched and flickered.